

Blood is Never GoneLove is the blood that courses, trembling through our veinsBlood is Never Gone
Softly rustling past our heart, caressing, gentle and swift
Pooling on the pink of our tongue, metallic and sweet
It quenches thirst in such a beautifully
grotesque manner
Stark red, dark as pain across
snowy, startled flesh
Dripping, spurting, how it longs for wounds
It stains our skin, so wet, so cold,
unremovable no matter how gone
Wound after wound, the flashing blade we hold why do we do this
Opal
IceDragon
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"Curry- India's greatest idea!"
"Buddhism wasn't a bad idea either."
"You can't eat Buddhism."
"...True."
That name sounds so familiar for some reason...
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